Stretch and Bobbito feat Jay-Z '95 - Big L.lrc

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[00:00.20]Verse 1: Big L
[00:00.72]Yo, check it
[00:01.65]Yo, I got slugs for snitches
[00:03.45]No love for b1tches
[00:04.56]Putting thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
[00:07.14]I got a rep that make police jet
[00:09.41]Known to get a priest wet
[00:10.91]I never beg for pu22y like Keith Sweat
[00:12.76]Is Big L slow, hell no
[00:14.43]b1tches get fk on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough
[00:17.74]I'm known for yoking jacks
[00:19.73]And beating them with smoking gats
[00:21.20]Leaving token Blacks with broken backs and open caps
[00:23.55]So with that bullsh1t, step to the rear son
[00:26.42]The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one
[00:29.18]Cause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning
[00:31.60]You see what happened in my last fight friend
[00:34.05]Aight then
[00:34.83]I beat kids with lead pipes
[00:36.15]I leave a trail of dead mic's
[00:37.34]Where I'm from, n1ggas jewels get ran like red lights
[00:40.30]Old folks get mugged and raided
[00:42.16]Crimes are drug related
[00:43.33]And we live by the street rules that thugs created
[00:45.91]Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts
[00:48.38]For selling pounds of coke
[00:49.28]Front in this town and get a TEC stuck down your throat
[00:51.37]I'm telling you sh1t is about to get drastic soon
[00:53.66]I'm quick to blast a goon
[00:55.02]And break a motherfker like a plastic spoon
[00:56.74]I got the looks that make your hotty stare
[00:58.97]I keep a shotty near
[01:00.56]It's the n1gga with knotty hair who Gotti fear
[01:02.66]Tracks I'm know to roast
[01:03.89]Until the microphone is ghost
[01:05.57]Props I own the most
[01:06.76]I'm leaving n1ggas comatose
[01:08.17]Front and get your brain pinched
[01:09.66]Big L will have your whole gang lynched
[01:11.35]I started smoking dust and been insane since
[01:13.58]This rap sh1t was a great gift
[01:15.69]The other night some snake riffed
[01:17.75]And got a hot lead face lift
[01:19.08]All through high school I had braids
[01:21.24]I kept mad blades
[01:22.11]Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades
[01:24.76]I cook the mic like a beef steak
[01:26.51]Cause my technique's great
[01:27.92]And I'm the n1gga police hate in each state
[01:30.14]Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper
[01:31.82]Punk brother vamper
[01:33.07]Fk around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
[01:35.56]Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound
[01:38.38]I'm from a whyle town
[01:39.74]You know my style clown, so bow down
[01:41.91]WORD UP
[01:42.86]Verse 2: Jay-Z
[01:43.67]Brothers can beg and borrow
[01:44.77]Still feel sorrow
[01:46.13]When Jay
[01:46.80]Z like Zorro get in that ass
[01:48.14]Better luck tomorrow
[01:48.80]I'm too much, nigga, so never should you rush
[01:50.72]You need slow down, or get your ass tore down
[01:53.92]Check it out, I'm too cocky
[01:55.51]To stop me, you gotta kill me
[01:56.87]And when I'm gone, you can still feel me
[01:58.77]On the real, B
[01:59.90]The shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens well
[02:01.80]Even if they won't let me in Heaven
[02:03.83]I raise hell, till its Heaven
[02:05.33]Recognize, the black cat with the nine lives
[02:07.89]Get up off me, n1gga, its bad luck to cross me
[02:10.59]I'm poppin Crystal, shooting game like missiles
[02:13.24]As projected, all ho's affected by this style
[02:15.92]I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldies
[02:18.44]But the goody, pulling R&B b1tches wearing hoodies
[02:21.71]They don't be knowing the way I be flowing
[02:23.71]When I be going
[02:25.03]I be running the track like Jesse Owens
[02:27.27]I disrupt the natural scheme
[02:28.97]The way that you do things wit a swing and have em rocking like
[02:32.13]You say never you run, if ever you come
[02:34.84]It's never you run so fast in your life to never have won
[02:37.97]Come on and ride the rhythm
[02:39.63]I be producing like jizm
[02:40.93]Just like the gods I start with knowledge and follow with wisdom
[02:43.62]For greater understanding
[02:45.20]I'm landing blows and
[02:46.43]Knocking sense into those that oppose me, ha
[02:49.52]Enticin when slicing through tracks
[02:51.34]You're screaming, "Jesus Christ," he's back
[02:52.95]And God knows he can rap
[02:54.59]Me and L put rhythm on the map
[02:56.36]So give him his dap
[02:57.54]And me, I just take mine
[02:58.58]Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fk that
[03:00.25]You never see me stressed, in a GS
[03:02.40]On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no less
[03:06.80]Jigga incredible
[03:08.06]Even my thoughts is federal
[03:09.03]Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption
[03:11.41]So you know, beatin me will never come
[03:14.05]Like a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, n1gga
[03:16.95]I make moves, cause bowels to move
[03:19.33]When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little dudes
[03:22.24]Um. We're the peace like Islam
[03:24.17]I make your eyes rise like yeast
[03:26.39]Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y'all
[03:30.31]Betcha lyrics jump off the track like racing cars
[03:33.25]Emcee's trying to be the best
[03:35.93]And even in dying, couldn't be this def
[03:38.74]I see no reason to stop cheesin
[03:41.26]Ever since L said "Throw three Gs in"
[03:44.46]And we can get down and split the wealth
[03:46.87]That's when I found I could do it myself
[03:49.83]I get up

文本歌词

Verse 1: Big L
Yo, check it
Yo, I got slugs for snitches
No love for b1tches
Putting thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet
Known to get a priest wet
I never beg for pu22y like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow, hell no
b1tches get fk on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for yoking jacks
And beating them with smoking gats
Leaving token Blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullsh1t, step to the rear son
The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one
Cause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning
You see what happened in my last fight friend
Aight then
I beat kids with lead pipes
I leave a trail of dead mic's
Where I'm from, n1ggas jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided
Crimes are drug related
And we live by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts
For selling pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a TEC stuck down your throat
I'm telling you sh1t is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon
And break a motherfker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hotty stare
I keep a shotty near
It's the n1gga with knotty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm know to roast
Until the microphone is ghost
Props I own the most
I'm leaving n1ggas comatose
Front and get your brain pinched
Big L will have your whole gang lynched
I started smoking dust and been insane since
This rap sh1t was a great gift
The other night some snake riffed
And got a hot lead face lift
All through high school I had braids
I kept mad blades
Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef steak
Cause my technique's great
And I'm the n1gga police hate in each state
Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk brother vamper
Fk around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a whyle town
You know my style clown, so bow down
WORD UP
Verse 2: Jay-Z
Brothers can beg and borrow
Still feel sorrow
When Jay
Z like Zorro get in that ass
Better luck tomorrow
I'm too much, nigga, so never should you rush
You need slow down, or get your ass tore down
Check it out, I'm too cocky
To stop me, you gotta kill me
And when I'm gone, you can still feel me
On the real, B
The shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens well
Even if they won't let me in Heaven
I raise hell, till its Heaven
Recognize, the black cat with the nine lives
Get up off me, n1gga, its bad luck to cross me
I'm poppin Crystal, shooting game like missiles
As projected, all ho's affected by this style
I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldies
But the goody, pulling R&B b1tches wearing hoodies
They don't be knowing the way I be flowing
When I be going
I be running the track like Jesse Owens
I disrupt the natural scheme
The way that you do things wit a swing and have em rocking like
You say never you run, if ever you come
It's never you run so fast in your life to never have won
Come on and ride the rhythm
I be producing like jizm
Just like the gods I start with knowledge and follow with wisdom
For greater understanding
I'm landing blows and
Knocking sense into those that oppose me, ha
Enticin when slicing through tracks
You're screaming, "Jesus Christ," he's back
And God knows he can rap
Me and L put rhythm on the map
So give him his dap
And me, I just take mine
Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fk that
You never see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no less
Jigga incredible
Even my thoughts is federal
Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption
So you know, beatin me will never come
Like a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, n1gga
I make moves, cause bowels to move
When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little dudes
Um. We're the peace like Islam
I make your eyes rise like yeast
Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y'all
Betcha lyrics jump off the track like racing cars
Emcee's trying to be the best
And even in dying, couldn't be this def
I see no reason to stop cheesin
Ever since L said "Throw three Gs in"
And we can get down and split the wealth
That's when I found I could do it myself
I get up